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The bare-chested man hovered in the air, his left hand as large as the clouds above, holding those Nascent Souls and Qi cultivators.
His right hand hovered in a grabbing motion.
Countless Divine Patterns rapidly surged and converged on his palm.
Then—
He nonchalantly reached out with a light grab!
Time seemed to freeze.
Wang Ba stared up blankly.
Looking at the sky.
Watching the black Mountain Goblin in the sky, frantically struggling and displaying a look of horror, as it was directly pinched in the giant's right hand.
The colossal body, like mountains, brought endless despair to Song Dongyang, Tang Ji, and over ten other Nascent Soul cultivators—a Mountain Goblin Deity from the Kingdom of Immortals.
At this moment.
In this palm.
It was like a toy being casually held by its owner, its limbs desperately kicking and pulling...
But the palm didn't budge an inch.